Homes

As the light trickles through
The shutters crash and creak as the wind blows
Derelict silhouettes
Moving between the Oak and the Willows

Faded wood on the step
It cracks and breaks like the heart of a widow
Silent homes sit alone
As lonely shadows pass through the windows

Frozen in time
Recurring dreams
Bound to wood and stone
In this place we call home

...Sweet home...

Cries from the past
Lost in a lingering breath
The memories will remain
Forever

Empty rooms feel alive
As the wreathing presence paces the concourse
All around are the sounds
Of disembodied steps on the wood floors

Ceaseless knocks never resting
Pallid gaze from the face of a pale corpse
All the signs of the dead still yearning
The music box pirouette stops turning

Frozen in time
Recurring dreams
Bound to wood and stone
In this place we call home

...Sweet home...

Cries from the past
Lost in a lingering breath
The memories will remain
Forevermore

Emotions cast
Through immemorial death
The ways in which we all stain
The walls in our home